A/N: I can't beleive i forgot the dicslaimer at the begining of the story. Well here it is. Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in the so far chapters, when and if my own characters come into the plot i will introducet hem as my own. However i do own the plot and all the ideas. Well without further adieu, i give you chapter three.

Chapter Three.

Hermione wasn't alone, she could feel another's precense there, not only that, there was the steem to account for, during the 10 minutes she was in the bathroom changing, somebody had come in and started the giant bath like pools warmth.
"Is anybody there?" asked a snarky male voice, not to far away from her.
"Yes. I am here," she said, automatically placing her arms around herself.
"Granger, is that you?" the snarkey voice questioned. She could feel his precense moving closer to her.

"Yes," she closed her eyes for five seconds and reluctantly opened them, only to be face to face with none other than a wet looking Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" she snarled, moving slowly backwards.
"Taking a bath, what else would i be doing? Playing golf?" he asked, his lips curving into a smirk.
"Geez Malfoy, what's got into you? Are you sick?" she asked, looking at him strangely.

"Why would you ask that Granger?" he growled.
"Because you didn't call me mudblood" she answered. Instantly he frowned.

'Damn he's fine when he's wet and looking annoyed,' Hermione thought to herself before mentally slapping herself.

'No, i did not say that about Malfoy, i swear i didnt' a little voice popped into her head. 'You did say it, you think it, you like it,' it said. 'No,' she thought. 'Yes.'
"NO," she accidently yelled out loudly.
Draco looked at her with suspicion, "No what Granger?"

"Nothing," she said shaking her head.

Draco retreited to the other end of the pool, with thoughts of his own.
'She's hot, a nice piece of ass, for a mudblood i guess,' he thought as he frowned. 'No, no, no, she's ugly. She's foul.'

Shaking his head he slowy got out of the pool shaped bath and walked over to where all the towels were stacked, only to come face to face with Hermione Granger sodding wet, holding out a towel for him.
"What's this?" he asked looking at the towel.
"What do you think it is Malfoy, toilet paper? It's a towel," she smirked, sitll holding out the towel for him.
"I know that, but why are you offering one to me?" he asked, a quizzical look puzzling his face.
"Well duh silly, are you or are you not dripping wet?"
"I am, but why are you ho-" he was cut of by Hermione
"Shut up Malfoy and just take the blooming towel alright. I'm cold" she said, a faint burst of spice in her in her voice.

He grabbed the towel from her and nodded, "thanks" he muttered before sliding of his boardshorts. Hermione, stunned gasped loudly.
"What the hell are you doing Malfoy?" she asked, staring at him. 6 years of Quidditch had certainly done his body good, he had muscles and a six pack. Even his hair was different, it was long, how his fathers was before he died.
"Im undressing Granger.Why, never seen a man undress before?" he asked in a rugged tone that made Hermione blush.
"No," she answered honestly.

It was then that a young redhead bounced into the room.
"Hey Hermione, i came to get you, we're having our own fun and games night," Ginny said, her grin from ear to ear like a young child at Christmas.
"Hey Gin, i was just leaving," she said, wrapping her towel around her. She quickly got her stuff from the changerooms and headed out to the main pool area where Ginny was waiting.
"Where'd Malfoy shoot off to?" she asked, wondering how he got away so fast.
"Probably the dungeons. Why are you interested anyway?" the younger girl asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No reason," Hermione replied, trying to shake off the akwarkness.

It wasnt long before they reached the Gryffindor Common room and all thoughts of Draco Malfoy has diminished.

A/N: Hey readers. Please be nice and READ then REVIEW! I'd really appreciate it! Thanks! CHapter 4 comming soon. xoxox kan